I write this post on Edie's actual due date, only little Edie is already here with us having arrived just one day early. I'll keep the description of the labor and delivery short and sweet, which is basically the opposite of what it was. But I want to keep this PG-13 and, believing my family and friends to be great people, do not want to have a hand in discouraging procreation among my inner circle.
Regular contractions started at 3:30 am on January 27th. By 8 am, I was confident that these were not going away and so I made an appointment to go to our birth house for a check-up. Will made us some pancakes, and all in all this seemed like it was going to be a real cute day. After a 45 minute cab ride through Munich rush hour, the morning after a minor blizzard (Edie is already a comedian), we got checked up: CTG confirmed contractions, but there was no dilation, so go on home. Okay, I thought; it will be nice to spend a day at home. Fast forward to 6 pm, and by now the "ooopsie - there's one" 3:30 am contractions have morphed into minor earthquakes that are really frightening my dogs. By 10 pm, we are back at the birth house, this time to stay, and I am now nearing hour 20 of it all. To say I was tired does not approach my mental or physical state at the time, but I was about to get a lot, lot, lot more tired. To wrap it up, there followed 8+ more hours of intense labor carved up into 3 to 5 minute increments, and at about 6:15 am, we had our Edie. All 6 pounds, 20 inches of her.
I owe a lot to the midwives who helped me (us) through it all, and of course to Will, who not only attended to me and his future daughter with unparalleled patience and support, but who also tended diligently to the online community by Facebook-ing away on my iPhone. And thank you to my mom, Edie's namesake, for being tireless in her loving help during this time.
I hope some of what I just wrote was in English. And if I were to be even more hopeful, I'd be optimistic that I'd formed a sentence or two above. But I am still pretty delirious. Make that very. And everyone is being so nice to me right now, it's hard to know whether anything I've said or done has made sense in the past two days. So, oogity boo and blah blah blah to you. I can't tell you how happy we are or how overwhelmed we are by all of your love.
Signing off to snuggle a baby,
Rachael
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Rakel, from one who has been there, you were incredible. For once, you could have cursed at will, putting sailors to shame, but all you said was, "Owww, it hurts." Understatement of the millenium. So, this one moment in your life that you could use bad language without repurcussion is over.
ReplyDeleteMy angelic namesake is perfect plus. Thank you Will and Rakel for the honor you bestowed on me and your sister.
Rakel, that blog took me back some 4 years, I've been in that delirous state, beyond tired but still overwhelmed and overjoyed by the presence of an angelic little being, whose face you just want to gaze at all day long... Enjoy it Rakel, immerse yourself in it, you've earned it.
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